Copper Canyon dust on a Sunday shoe
Copper Canyon dust, I still think of you
Copper Canyon dust on a Sunday dress
Copper Canyon dust, the canyon knows the rest
Rest
Canyon
The chapel in the canyon closed its doors in '57
The preacher moved to Phoenix, left the pews to weep
I sat there with a coin you gave me on our wedding day
And the wind came in and took your half away
Your half away, your half away
Copper Canyon dust, the kind that turns to mud
When the August cloud comes up and spills the blood
Of a sky that don't forgive, of a land that don't forget
Of a woman I can hear but never met
Never met, never met, never met
The canyon's got a memory, longer than a man's
Longer than a marriage, longer than a plan
And the dust that settles on a Sunday shoe
Is the only prayer I got left of you
Left of you, left of you
Copper Canyon dust on a Sunday shoe
Copper Canyon dust, I still think of you
Copper Canyon dust on a Sunday dress
Copper Canyon dust, the canyon knows the rest
Knows the rest
Canyon